I wasn't planning on posting this anytime soon, possibly not even at
all, but since one lame spamfic deserves another (no offense,
SKJAM!), here's my lamest new fanfic idea...

For those of you wondering what the hell [="|,"5] is, well...with a
little imagination, it's one-line ASCII hiragana that doesn't require
JIS to decipher. I decided to stick it up there so that the element
of surprise wouldn't be ruined, and...well...because I can. ^_^ Those
of you who can read hiragana should make that out fairly easily.
Those of you who can't, well...tough. 

Flames welcome. I expect nothing less for this rancid piece of
festering crocodile dung. 


GAINAX/Toho disclaimer

Chronology: this takes place between episodes 9 and 10 of Evangelion.


	*****

	The world had changed drastically since it had last awakened. It
wasn't sure how it knew this, it simply knew. 
	Just as it knew that something of significant power had caused the
changes. 
	But for now, that did not matter. For now, it could only concern
itself with one thing.
	It was time to feed, to increase its strength. 
	Then it would explore the changes wrought upon its world. 

	--Fallout Weapon--

	*Pacific Ocean--150km SSE of Japan*

	"I'm still not too sure about this, Toshiro-san." 
	"Don't be ridiculous, Shin," replied the tall, rather guant man in
the coveralls and hardhat to his similarly dressed, squat, portly
assistant. 
	The two men stood on the deck of a large platform, a great distance
from port or any small island. Caution markers placed across the deck
indicated places where people should avoid treading, and chickenwire
railings barricaded those places off just to be certain. Two squat,
wide openings sat atop the opposite end of the deck, heat shimmering
in the air above them. In front of the stacks stood an enclosure with
thick bulkheads and heavy plated windows. Lockers were visible
through the windows, as well as a ladder leading down into the bowels
of the platform. The universal symbol for radioactivity was
emblazoned upon surfaces all across the platform. 
	"What if the UN catches us? I mean, the stacks..."
	"The stacks are just heat vents," Toshiro said. "Nothing more or
less. We've taken precautions...if someone spots us, we can cover all
traces of what we're really doing here in five minutes." 
	"And what about..." Shin began.
	"The ocean? Who cares? It's the most efficient cooling system
possible for this. And it's not as if this ocean is going to be
ruined by a little coolant duty," Toshiro reassured him. 
	"I still don't like this," Shin said. "We shouldn't be doing
this..."
	"Hey," Toshiro said, jabbing the shorter man with his index finger.
"You know what the economic situation's like in the world today. You
know what the situation with resources is like. Remember when they
cut out all the power in Japan for some secret project?" At Shin's
nod, Toshiro smirked. "Well, we're gonna make sure that never happens
again. The electricity distribution back there is a disgrace.
Brownouts all the time in the southern parts of the country...even on
Honshu they have brownouts outside of Tokyo-3 too often. People are
dying for power in Japan. If we give it to 'em, we can secure our
place in the world, and pad our pockets nicely." 
	"I know, but..."
	"But nothing, Shin. It's not the same world anymore. Japan can't
afford to be picky about things like nuclear power after Second
Impact. Besides," he added, "it's not as if we're close enough to
Japan that an accident here's gonna cause any problems there, right?"
	Shin nodded nervously. 
	"Alright then, that's settled. Now, let's get down below and run
those final checks before we--"
	Toshiro was cut off by the blaring of the nuclear platform's alarm
klaxons. Blood-red lights glared from the ladder shaft inside the
changing room. The two men wasted no time in racing in, donning their
radiation suits, and climbing down below.
	"What's going on?" Toshiro barked at a technician.
	"We've got a containment breach in the reactor core," the tech said.
	"WHAT!?" bellowed Toshiro.
	The tech furiously worked at his console. "Apparently something
has...attacked the platform," he said.
	"Attacked? What? Is it a submarine?"
	"I...don't think so, sir. No evidence of a detonation..."
	An earsplitting roar suddenly filled the control room of the reactor
platform. The alarms became even more insistent, as water began
rushing in through the bulkheads. "Multiple hull breaches!" the
technician shouted.
	Another tech screeched in panic. "Sir! The reactor...the core was
just ripped completely out!" 
	"That's impossible!" Toshiro said. 
	The tech shook his head. "I know sir, but...something just tore open
the reactor hull and pulled the core right out!" 
	There was another terrible roar, followed by ominous crackling
noises. 
	One by one, the crew of the nuclear reactor platform began to fall
to the deck, feeling suddenly ill. Small creatures, roughly the size
of golden retrievers, filtered through the breaches in the hull,
latching onto the already-decaying corpses of the reactor crew. 
	An improbable flash of blue-white lightning arced outside the
now-defunct platform, and then all was eerily calm.

	*Ocean floor*

	Its hunger sated, it began its journey west. It could sense another
source of food waiting for it on the island that was its destination.

	It would definitely have to eat again before it began figuring out
what had changed the world around it.

	*Aircraft carrier Hiroshima, 80km east of Japan*

	"Commander, we've got something unusual on long-range." 
	The commander of the joint UN/JSDF carrier strode crisply to the
radar station, and leaned over his communications officer, who was
manning the console. "What've you got, son?"
	"I'm not sure," the lieutenant said, frowning. "Whatever it is, it's
big, and it's moving extremely fast. Range, 65 kilometers...it's
heading straight towards Japan, sir." 
	The commander rubbed his chin. "Try to establish communications with
the object. And whatever you do, don't lose sight of it." 
	"Aye, Commander." 

	*JSDF naval base, Yokohama*

	"Any response from it? No? ...I see. Alright, keep trying. Any guess
as to what it is? ...It's *how* big? Are you positive? ...alright.
Keep tabs on it, and try to keep a respectable distance. We don't
need to lose that aircraft carrier, and we don't even know what we're
dealing with. Maintain contact with base."
	"What's up, Commander?" asked the admiral in charge of the base.
	"Very unusual, Admiral Nogura," the second-in-command said. "The
Hiroshima has picked up a fairly large unknown, about 120 kilometers
from Japan and closing rapidly."
	"Has contact been established?" Nogura asked.
	"No sir. The object's not responding to any signals."
	"Alright, what do we have on this thing?" 
	"According to Hiroshima's radar, the object is approximately 40
meters in length."
	The admiral raised an eyebrow. "That's more than fairly large, I'd
say." He paused. "Do they speculate as to whether or not it's
hostile?"
	"No sir," the commander said, "but if I may speak frankly, sir, I'd
say that anything that large probably isn't dropping in for tea." 
	The admiral nodded. "Alright...put the base on yellow alert, and
advise all ships and planes that we are under condition yellow."
	"Aye, sir," the commander said. Speaking into a PA system, he
announced, "Yellow Alert! All hands to stations. This is not a drill.
Yellow Alert, all hands to stations. This is not a drill." 
	The admiral appeared thoughtful. "Commander, do you think this could
be another of those so-called Angels?"
	The younger officer grimaced. "I'd prefer not to speculate,
but...it's not beyond possibility."
	Admiral Nogura nodded. "I think it would be a good idea to advise
the boys in Tokyo-3 about the situation." He moved off to his office
to do just that. 

	*Tokyo-3, Geofront*

	"Commander," Fuyutsuki said softly. "We've just received a
transmission from the JSDF base at Yokohama. They're on yellow
alert."
	Ikari Gendou made no response.
	"An object, approximately forty meters in length, has been spotted
by the carrier Hiroshima, closing in on Japan rapidly. The JSDF
cannot establish contact with the object."
	Gendou scratched his chin. "It's too soon...it couldn't be another
Angel."
	"Shall I send for the Children, just in case?" Fuyutsuki asked.
	Gendou considered for a moment, then nodded. "Perhaps, in the event
that this is the next Angel, the Evangelions should be placed on
standby." 
	Fuyutsuki nodded, and silently withdrew.
	Gendou frowned into the darkness. "Why do I have a bad feeling about
this?"

	*Tokyo-2, shore*

	It placed its feet upon the land. 
	As expected, the small creatures with which it did not concern
itself began assailing it with insignificant attacks that could not
possibly harm it.
	Still, the annoying creatures were blocking its path. 
	Crushing several of the hard-shelled boxy creatures beneath its
massive feet, it continued onward, unhindered by shells, rockets, and
missiles. 

	"Holy shit...what the hell *is* that thing?"
	"Could it be another Angel?"
	"That thing's too damn ugly to be an Angel."
	"Shit...nothing's damaging it."
	"Alright, let's go with an N2 mine."

	The creatures swarmed around its head, and dropped something on it.
	The world exploded in a great fireball. It felt itself unbalance,
and nearly toppled to the ground.
	That...had...*hurt*. 

	The JSDF troops watched as the flames cleared from the detonation of
the N2 mine. The creature stood, seeming to have lost its balance
momentarily. It let out an earth-shaking roar. 
	The irregular scales upon its massive back began to crackle with
blue-white fire. 
	"What's it doing?" 
	"Looks like it's attacking...scatter!" 
	With a mighty bellow, the creature opened its sharp-toothed maw. An
intense pillar of blue-white flame issued from its mouth, reducing
every tank, plane, and soldier it touched to slag. In moments, it had
completely obliterated the front line of the JSDF ground forces. 

	The nuisance gone, it continued on its way.

	*Yokohama base*

	"It's no good...nothing we throw at it is stopping it."
	"Another Angel, then," Nogura decided with a sigh.
	"Sir, we have visual confirmation of the Angel," the commander said.
	"Alright, let's have a look."
	The large screen before the command room's main console flickered,
then presented an image of the carnage, and the great beast which was
causing it.
	The admiral went pale. "Masaka...it...couldn't be..."

	*Geofront*

	"JSDF is reporting failure to neutralize the target with N2 mine,"
Maya said. 
	"So it is an Angel," Gendou said from behind his hands. 
	Makoto shook his head. "Commander, I'm not reading a blue pattern
from the enemy," he said.
	"Are you certain?"
	"Affirmative," Makoto said, furiously checking and rechecking his
readings. "I can't pick up *any* pattern from it at all. The Magi
don't know what to make of it either, sir." 
	Fuyutsuki frowned thoughtfully. "If there's no blue
pattern...there's no AT Field..."
	"And if there's no AT Field," Gendou continued, "how can
this...creature stand up against an N2 mine?" 
	"Commander," Katsuragi Misato called from across the chamber,
obviously out of breath, "should we launch the Evas?"
	Gendou was silent for a moment. "Not yet, Major Katsuragi," he said.
"I think we had better get a good look at what it is we're dealing
with first."
	"I'm getting a satellite visual of the hostile now, Commander," Maya
said. "Transferring to main screen..."
	The reactions from the command crew were varied. 
	"Ugh...that thing's hideous," Misato said.
	"It doesn't look like any Angel we've dealt with so far," Makoto
added.
	Anyone who had been looking at the commanders would notice how pale
they had suddenly become.
	"Impossible," Fuyutsuki gasped. "It can't be..."
	"I never thought I'd see that horrible creature again," Gendou said,
softly.
	Misato spun to face the commanders. "Sirs? You know what this thing
is?"
	"Yes," Gendou said quietly. "Nobody's seen this creature in thirty
years..."
	"Thirty years?" Makoto echoed. "Then it couldn't be an Angel...could
it?"
	"That thing...is definitely not an Angel," Fuyutsuki declared. 
	Gendou removed his glasses, and stared at the image on the screen in
something dangerously approaching sheer terror. "Gojira..."


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